On a beautiful Saturday evening, with skies so bright and air so fresh…
Stand and look in a place where roots are found; whence natives came and whither admirers flew…
Idyll it stands as majestic as it can be, beckoning to the observer..
With promises of a spirit renewed, and a mortal’s presence in the heavens…
Look not,human, at how far the road goes, but how one you become with it…
As you make your way to its three peaked hearts…
Let it reward you by showing you its beloved Continent’s face.